Из альбома: Holding On to Whatever It Is
You're a soldier
Cup and hold yer's
Oh why?
Run with scissors
Play with lizards
Oh why?
If you love her, pull her hair
Stand above her, debonair
Sticky fingers
Altar singers
Oh why?
Shallow thinkers
Heavy drinkers
Oh why?
Girls wear their hearts on their short summer sleeves
Fresh country roses bear fleeting reprieves
Watch as she plucks wilting petals alone
He's coming home, he's coming home
If you love her, pull her hair
Stand above her, debonair
When you sleep alone
Do you miss her? Do you want her there?
Oh, your golden throne
Would you melt it down for her and fashion it into a ring?
All you boys! When you sleep alone
All you girls...
'Cause it's time you know you're ready
It's time you knew you were ready